Pure Vanity.
For the eighth time(!), someone has managed to contact me out of the blue though random Googling about C—. My flickr photos seem to be the largest single culprit and the fact that I’m pretty free with my own contact information doesn’t help matters.
If it is about weddings. I can’t help you. I broke up with C— eleven months ago. I know less than almost anyone else what is going on with her.Continue reading
There is no way I can roll with the hip Asian lingo…
G—: Damn, you drop two hunna on a Boss shirt and you wear shoes like that?
G—: Fuck you. I’m half black. I’m black from the waist down, bitch.
(After Q— gets bounced trying to enter a strip club)
G—: C’mon, let’s got to C—.
H—: I don’t want no “numbers and call tomorrow.” I just want titties in my fucking face.
G— (to Q—): How many times we gone out? Who the hell doesn’t carry an I.D. with them?
Q—: I got my I.D. right here. (strokes beard)
G—: You just look like a fat fifteen-year-old with a goatee. Fuck, now I’m going to have to pay to get your ass into C—.
Me. Sometimes a little out of place…
…other times a lot.
[tags]asian, fashion, nightclubbing, black, strip club, carding, urban dictionary, lingo[/tags]
“You can keep doing that forever, the dog is never going to move.”
—Jack Sparrow, Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl
When taking the long way home, I noticed a lady sweeping the sidewalk while her pug watched over her.
I had to stop by and pet the dog. Another pug came out. Then another. (The fourth one didn’t make it down the steps.) We talked for a bit (with the lady, not the dogs—they just made various attempts for my attentions).
I asked for directions. I plugged dogster. (Being a geek, I mentioned how this beat out them in this.)
Somewhere along the way she asked if I was a student.
I wrote before that I get that a lot. But the day after my birthday, at this stage in my life, that’s a pretty cool thing to hear.
(The guys at work joke that I’m 21 Jump Street, to which a friend points out that I and Johnny Depp share the same birthday.)
Wow, it’s my birthday already. Happy Birthday…to me!
And few things make me happier than when I see my own Plaxo e-cards sent to me on my birthday. Some of you can guess why…
Here is a selection of some of them.
[After the jump.]
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I read today that Mark is moved up to San Francisco.
Cool.
Oh and he’s going to be working at the same company as me.
Cool.
Did you know the only project we worked on together at Plaxo was Lunch 2.0?
“This is going to be legen… wait for it …DARY!”
Nikon D70, Nikkor 12-24mm f/4G
f/7.1 at 1/125 second, 12mm (18mm), iso 200
The first Lunch 2.0: Sneaking into Yahoo! Mission College Campus.
Me: I mean I’m pretty shy—oh, don’t laugh, it’s true. Internally, I have to really force myself to talk to a new person. I just want to crawl into my hole.
H—: But I think you like to meet people.
Me: Especially at Caltech. You talk to a girl there are only two possibilities: 1) You talk to her with four other guys talking to her; or, 2) you talk to her for like ten seconds before four other guys come around to talk to her.
H—: Hahah. Well, you know what they say… “The odds are good when the goods are odd.”
Me: “The odds are good when the goods are odd?” Sounds like a poster advocating a Prince Albert.
Reminder, I’ll be at BarCamp Sacramento tomorrow.
BarCamp is an unconference (it is free to attend, users can give talks at will). I’ll do my Underpants Gnomes talk. And I can do an impromptu Rails on Ruby talk. 🙂
Unconferences are great. We should support more. It’s sort of like Lunch 2.0 only not with breakfast and dinner also.
Hope to see you there.
The loud pounding distortion of a hip hop baseline pushed through way too tiny speakers caused me to look behind as I crossed the street. I saw the car and who was inside and then did a double take. Inside the rice burner was a middle-aged white guy with a bandana that could pass for Steve Carell.
I had to share this “life imitates art” moment with someone so I called Dave Kellogg. We started to talk about Lunch 2.0 as I headed toward In-N-Out Burger for dinner. Cat Guy passed me on his bicycle mumbling something about “cat lovers only.” I turned the corner and continued to talk with Dave. We were on the subject of Guy Kawasaki.
“RAAAARRHHHHHRRRRGGGGG!!!”
I almost jumped out of my jeans. A crowd of tourists were in a semicircle around me, laughing. “Shit, Dave, Bush Man1 got me! Hold on, I have to give him a buck.”
I love San Francisco.
Nikon D200, Nikkor 18-200mm f/3.5-5.6G VR
1/80 sec @ f/13, iso 100, 18mm (27mm)
“…our democracy is in danger of being hollowed out. In order to reclaim our birthright, we Americans must resolve to repair the systemic decay of the public forum. We must create new ways to engage in a genuine and not manipulative conversation about our future…Americans in both parties should insist on the re-establishment of respect for the rule of reason.”
—Al Gore, from The Assault of Reason in Time Magazine
I started this blog after the 2004 election with a purpose to “write to create context for another to think.”
Whether it is morals, politics, technology and industry, or every day life, each of us has both a right and obligation to participate on the public forum. Thank you, the reader, for taking some of your time to be a part of this conversation.